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Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Car Song: "A Cinderella Up On Cinder Blocks"

This is not on the disc I have for sale on eBay, but it's one of my alternate favorites. Perhaps I will unearth a version of it in one of my videotaped performances, should the crying need for a "live" album arise.

I know she's been around the block more than a few times--But say, she'll make that trip a million and two times;So let me kick her tires and test her shocks--She's a Cinderella up on cinder blocks.

I know once I've replaced all her fan belts and hosesThat she will come to life smelling not unlike roses;So give me that spray lube to free her locks--She's a Cinderella up on cinder blocks.

A few weeks on the lift and a few weeks on my bench'llRelease her hitherto untapped, unrealized potential;And once I've got her on the road , you can bet that wench'llRoar through every thoroughfare (except for residential).

So, though she don't seem much, I can tell she's a mean car--I guess my job right now is to make her a clean car;When I'm done she'll look fresh out of the box--She's a Cinderella up on cinder blocks.

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I'll polish up her chrome and I'll make her shine purer--But I wonder how the heck I'll ever insure her;I guess I'll have to burglarize Fort Knox--She's a Cinderella up on cinder blocks.

She goes so fast I know that I'll soon get a ticket--I'm bound to tell that town cop just where he can stick it;I'll get a healthy workout breaking rocks--She's a Cinderella up on cinder blocks.

A few weeks in the can and a few weeks on probationProvides a mandatory pause, a county-paid vacationDuring which I'll plan and scheme a better carburetion;I'll be spending lots of time down at the police station.

I know these wheels are something I'm going to be hell on--I'll burn up so much rubber they'll judge me a felon;I think I'll choose a box more orthodox--Keep your Cinderella up on cinder blocks.

Ah the dreams of spring! Too bad gas is two bucks a gallon and my own "Cinderella" is a Ford Festiva. Still, that snow can't melt fast enough--and she does get 40 mpg. Vrooooom!